Her Roman Protector. Milinda Jay
in this world?
Lord, she prayed, please give me the strength to do whatever it is that I need to do to keep my boys safe.
She had one in her arms right now. How precious he felt. What if she lost him again? What if she lost him and never got to see either of them again? It was more than her heart could bear to think of such things.
“Mother?” Cato asked. “Do you have any food? I’m a little hungry.”
He broke away from her tight grip, and she had to laugh.
“Oh, my sweet child. I am so sorry. Of course you are hungry. Please forgive me for not offering you something to eat and drink right away. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry, and I feel certain there is food in the kitchen.”
She wondered when he had last had a decent meal. Was he being fed? Surely the slaves were caring for him as they had done before she was exiled.
She wrapped Maelia in her baby sling and tied her to her chest, and they made their way back to the villa garden.
Cato squared his shoulders as he walked.
“I smell something cooking, Mother. Do you smell it?” he said.
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